Absolutely perfect. “I need a quick bathroom break,” I whispered to Alan, kissing his cheek. His fingers traced my hand.
“Hurry back, princess. The night’s still young.”
My sister-in-law Leah stood nearby, looking uncomfortable. “Leah?” I called out, my voice soft with concern. “Everything okay?”
Her body trembled like a leaf caught in the autumn wind.
Something was profoundly wrong. I could feel it in my bones. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said softly, taking a step closer.
Her pregnant belly protruded at an odd angle, almost unnaturally rigid. As a sister-in-law who had been tracking her pregnancy for the past three months, something felt… different. Wrong.
Impossibly wrong. “Oh my God,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing, “your pregnancy bump looks so much bigger than I remember. And a bit odd.
Everything okay?”
Leah’s hand instinctively moved to cover her stomach, her wedding ring catching the light. A nervous sweat broke out across her forehead, tiny droplets that spoke volumes of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. “Don’t touch,” she whispered as I approached closer.
My hand reached out anyway, curiosity burning brighter than caution. A sisterly gesture of connection and care. But something felt off the moment my fingers brushed her stomach.
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